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FROZEN FROZEN Death-still the cedar, no whisper from the fir Silence shouts to me from the frozen forest Outside my window. No single flake of whiteness stirs or leaps, All autumn leaves are buried en masse In their snowy grave. Thermometer plunges below Fahrenheit zero And chickadees, jays and squirrels refuse to visit Their hanging breakfast bar. Neither deer nor rabbits are seeking food. No fox, no cats, no raccoon venture about The pristine and tranquil woodland scene. No stirring, wriggling or breathing outside As though Death were tip-toeing today, Awaiting the first to open the door. |
Additional Notes:
Actually it was about 22 below Farenheit zero, and I was warm in my library, looking out the window - amazed at the stillness so intense it seemed it would shatter. Nothing moved -frozen solid.
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